The Tomb in Turkey

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‘Go on holiday?’ Carole Seddon echoed in disbelief. ‘Why?’

She was totally amazed by her neighbour Jude’s suggestion. Holidays while she still had a full-time job at the Home Office had made some kind of sense. Carole had never enjoyed them much, either when she was married to David and they had family holidays with their son Stephen, or later after the divorce, but she could see the point of them then. Now, retired to the south-coast village of Fethering, itself a summer destination for day-trippers, why would she need a holiday?

‘Well, we could both do with a break,’ Jude said, the ghost of a smile lurking around her full lips.

‘A break from what?’ asked Carole testily.

‘Well, I know you think what I do is on the barmier side of black magic, but in fact being a healer brings its own stresses. It takes a lot out of me. I’ve had a continuous stream of clients in the past few months, and I am … not to put too fine a point on it … knackered.’

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